on forgetting

we shift
from happiness onward to
sticks and stones,broken bones.
we hurt

Is this exclusively a habit of human beings?

as if we were created for it.
as if it was our favorite thing!
the things we love the most
blossom into:
the things we wish we could forget.

God bless the heart of the broken
Lord brake the memory of the weak

brake us
mend us
brake us,please.